Songtexte '92 Gator - 100s

I don't get it, there is a darkness inside of me
It wants to get out, it wants to walk around
It wants some walking around money
And it wants to buy some shoes
And it wants to, it wants to walk up to the people and say
"Hey, Gator don't play no shit
You hear, you feel me?
Gator never been about that
Never, never been about playing no shit"

I was gone for a minute, laws of a menace
Shake paws, crept up out the door before she changed drawers
She was a bust down, why decide to trust now?
Plus, I got some business and a hair appointment uptown
Bounce, shots fired, just enough to pierce tires
Make her stop, bitch, I, hunnid style, twitch eyes
Hunnids drunk, grab thighs, Skeetamac wear ties
Where lies the nigga taking pussies on a test drive?
Let's ride, she look better from the left side
Phone up in my right pocket, post up on my left side
Why rich hoes always got a big nose?
And why weak bitches always gotta share clothes?
And why ho bitches always gotta share dick and think
That we don't know that we both hitting that shit?
That's when the bro nigga turn to the ho nigga, no, nigga
Just because you got the stage don't mean you got the flow, nigga
Body ain't shit, mind is what we strive for
Taught since we was like four, money what we die for
Top is what we strive for, even if we die poor
Grind until my eyes close, fuck I gotta lie for?

Let her know, let her know
Cousin Skeetamac don't love a ho (Never, ever)
Let her sit, let her sit
If she don't see the light, then let her be (Never, ever)
Let her choose, let her choose
If she ain't with the program, let her loose (Never, ever)
Set her free, set her free
That's the next nigga job, nigga, let her be

Never cap and save, you work your pack and save
And when your pack is saved, you blow it on that wage
Put it on that grave that you ain't never laid
With a bitch that was a stray that never kept you paid
It get sick out here, your main bitch out here
And always broke, 'cause these niggas selling dick out here
What can I do but like to sit and buy a Bayou?
Thinking 'bout more money and my next beat to write to
Never bet a hand that you might lose
Nice dudes finish last, yeah, nigga, finish that
A real skinny motherfucker got game
Work up on your jimmy, motherfucker, yeah, really, motherfucker
Old silly motherfucker, it ain't chilling, motherfucker
I'll be rocking leather 'til I hit a milli, motherfucker
So I might bend a corner at the red light
Hair ties all up on the dashboard
Give me what I ask for, shit, it's almost past four
I got a lot to laugh for, bag whores, smash whores
And exit out the back door
Pussy on tap, hot, cold, 25/8
Light skin bitch, put your pussy on my damn face
Don't touch my sideburns, though

Let her know, let her know
Cousin Skeetamac don't love a ho (Never, ever)
Let her sit, let her sit
If she don't see the light, then let her be (Never, ever)
Let her choose, let her choose
If she ain't with the program, let her loose (Never, ever)
Set her free, set her free
That's the next nigga job, nigga, let her be